Kind of fascinated by how, initially, what brought Laudna and Imogen together were recognizing their similarities - the feeling of being an ostracized outsider whose presence evokes a not entirely unwarranted fear; of having powers granted by a mysterious patron they are largely in the dark about yet know, in their heart of hearts, is dangerous both to them and the world at large; of still being tempted and enamoured by this power despite their better judgement - and how they in recent episodes have started moving in polar opposite directions in how to deal with these dark powers.
Imogen has admitted to temptation but, as she sees more and more proof of the danger of both Predathos and the Ruby Vanguard, is violently resisting it. Laudna, meanwhile, has openly called herself a dead end. She can see no way out of her predicament and so instead of trying to fight she’s decided to try to harness as much of it as she can before it burns her out. For what seems like the first time, she and Imogen are truly at odds at where to go; Laudna says maybe we're destined to harness it, Imogen says maybe we're destined to fight it; Laudna is regressing and Imogen is growing; Laudna says move on if I die, Imogen says I don’t accept it. The very fact that Imogen went to the Dawnfather for help, the god with whom Laudna now has bitter history, is a fascinating choice. Would Laudna even accept that help? She certainly wouldn’t ever ask for it. Yet finding a new patron, someone to keep her going after Delilah, seems her only option, but it’s one she’ll never seek on her own because she can’t see the point. They connected thanks to their pasts and now, as they begin to look to their futures, their paths are diverging with Laudna treading blindly towards a dangerous end.
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TO ME, the way Imogen feels about Liliana is close to Roman agreeing to kill Logan and then ending up on the floor after the confrontation, it's not a "she is lying to get allies/lying to herself about giving up on her mother" or "she has 100% lost faith in her mother" it is the messy middle ground between it, she is always going to be her mother's child and it will always be complicated, she knows the right thing to do is to fight her and what she stands for, that doesn't erase the expectations she had of her, that doesn't erase the pain of seeing her fall short.
But what I really want to emphasize with the Roman comparison is that she is saying those things without her mother in the room, once they see the other again I feel it will be a lot less straight forward than that, and that is important to me because a parent-child relationship hardly ever is, doesn't matter how old the person is or how much the parent has screwed them over or disappointed them, the face to face confrontation is bound to be messy as fuck
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But my head rolls with the multiple layers of orym's intent in asking fearne “are you with me?” And then upon fearne validating that outreach, immediately putting it to fearne that she’s “going to be the one who has to… do the thing”. god knows orym trusts fearne but I honestly do believe that he knows enough, not judgmentally at all, to know fearne and know that as much as kindness can be in her nature, her nature is chaos. And it can’t be lost on orym with his perception to have caught those moments when imogen tests how brazen she can go, that fearne doesn’t oppose it at all but instead blithely joins in those moments. Yes, orym’s entire motivation is stopping the people who killed his family, stopping the end from swallowing all of the people he still cherishes in his world, his motivation and intensity is absolutely justified in its desperation, that he has the humility to acknowledge that he can support but he can’t be the only one jumping into the position of most danger for once. that orym tells fearne “YOU HAVE to be THE ONE” and assigns that severity of responsibility to an irresponsible (affectionate) fey creature of nonchalant chaos and blasé violence, it’s so much more than just a sudden “it’s on you”. he’s not just tapping fearne on the shoulder to have them suit up to stop imogen together if it comes to that, the way orym watches fearne, and watches. fearne. WANT. to dismiss his level of concern and plea to her; it’s like orym testing fearne, testing her reaction, testing her resolve, and while I believe he sincerely wants to trust her and he does trust his connection with her, orym wouldn’t love fearne completely if he didn’t also love her nature. In all its dangers. And I just love that if it wasn’t just a simple “we’re gonna do this, and YOU have to do THIS”, there’s like a splintering of more love orym has for his best friend because it’s like “I am asking you to be something other than who you are, but I will love you though my heart will break for you even if you can’t”. like this conversation was less about orym devising a contingency plan to keep imogen out of initiative and more so genuinely and so orym-ly confronting fearne about how much he needs her on his side, even if that breaks his heart to put that clearly unbearable task specifically on her shoulders, explicitly telling her “I am RELYING on YOU to potentially take out someone who appeals to your nature, a friend”, it’s like orym can be better prepared if he also needs to consider the depths of how much fearne’s nature silently aligns with her desires in the upcoming altercation. And it’s like this degree of discomfort he deliberately (though not lightly) puts on fearne actually could help her in making whatever decision she’s going to make and not make it as lightly as she might have before. orym, who was there when fearne first started to feel experiences so deeply, who has been through everything of sincerity and companionship, looking her in the eyes and pleading her to willingly choose the harder path. even though he knows just how painful it’s going to be.
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Betrayal for Imogen and Cal?
Well, this gave me a reason to finally write the moment where Imogen betrays Cal for the first time in fallen order, so thank you!!
[BETRAYAL]: trying to keep the receiver calm before the big reveal, the sender cups their face gently to keep them steady, and then reveals that they're the villain.
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The vault lay empty. Quiet. Serene, even. Imogen subtly admired the greenery that crawled up the gilded walls, how light refracted off of the bright surfaces and into the water at her feet. Their mud-ridden boots disturbed the shallow pool that flooded the ancient chamber, yet even the small splashes of their steps echoed in whispers. A fleeting calm. Imogen readied herself for the inevitable.
“Something feels off. The astrium has gotten heavier,” Cal said, his voice tense with caution.
“Ease your mind, there is no time for distraction,” Imogen replied. She briefly wondered if he began to sense her intent, but she felt the same weight linger through the Force around her, too. There may only be one chance to fulfill her goal and she could not afford to miss it. Not when she was this close. So she shrouded herself behind the invisible shadow at the back of Cal’s mind to await her opportunity. “Unlock the vault. I shall keep watch.”
The young Jedi foolishly nodded and approached the center of the chamber. Imogen slowly circled him, keeping her steps light, carefully watching Cal out of the corner of her eye as she pretended to guard the entrance. He knelt down and lowered the astrium into its slot, manipulating the device with his mind. A few clicks and whirrs and the key disappeared beneath the floor, causing the domed roof to shift above their heads. Warm sunlight flowed over the two of them as the chamber realigned itself. The display reminded Imogen of the inner workings of an old lock.
Cal watched the massive parts move in awe. “It’s like the entire vault is one giant Holocron.”
“Indeed,” Imogen muttered. She found herself impressed with the ingenuity of the Zeffo, but quickly pushed the feeling of wonder down to search for where the true Holocron might show itself.
An etched panel off to the side rolled away to reveal a silver, reflective wall of some sort. It resembled a mirror.
“What is that?” Cal questioned, his curiosity drawing him closer to the mysterious wall.
Imogen did not trust it. It would not surprise her if the Zeffo implemented a failsafe, even after offering the astrium. The fool may very well set off a trap with a single wrong move for all she knew.
"Leave it." Imogen kept on his heels and reached to stop him just as he went to touch the smooth surface of the mirror. Her hand landed on his arm at the same time his palm connected with his reflection.
It was only a moment — a blink of her eyes — but Imogen suddenly became awash with utter dread. She feared failure. She feared loss. She could smell the tinge of blaster fire and ozone. Explosions shook her eardrums. A ghostly expression of disappointment glared down at her. She felt the agony of losing her leg all over again only to look up and see herself illuminated by her own crimson blade.
Just as these unexpected and intense visions threatened to consume her, it was over. Both Cal and Imogen stumbled away from the mirror as the two of them gasped to catch their breath.
“Did you see it, too?” Cal asked, pale features looking like he’d come face to face with something worse than death.
“I saw nothing,” Imogen lied. “Whatever unsettles you, put it out of your mind.”
Cal blinked at his reflection for another beat before he nodded and glanced over his shoulder. His eyes widened. “Look.”
Imogen turned to see a green and bronze cube hovered over the center of the vault. Relief settled over her shoulders. The opportunity she had been waiting for flashed in the sunlight before her like it wanted her to seize the revenge that was rightfully hers. All of the risks she took, all of her careful planning, and the delicate facade she has maintained for weeks finally paid off. Cal rushed over and plucked Holocron out of the air.
“This is it!” he exclaimed.
Imogen shook herself out of the brief stupor and joined him, outstretching her hand. “Let me see it.”
He held the device up triumphantly. “Imogen, this is how we will rebuild the Order. This is your – this is our redemption.”
She stepped closer and motioned for the Holocron, her other hand inching towards the hilt on her belt. Her cybernetic leg still ached terribly, but she gritted her teeth and forced her body to remain balanced. “Hand it to me. I will ensure it is not damaged.”
The young Jedi did not acknowledge her persistence. Urgency overtook him. “We’ll check it on the Mantis. Right now, we need to leave. The Empire will be on our tails in no time.”
“Cal,” she called again to no avail as he lifted his comlink to his lips.
“Greez, get the engine running, we have it.”
As rage gathered like a storm within her, Imogen gently rested her palm against the side of his face and urged the frantic Jedi to meet her gaze. An intensity pooled into her steel irises – that of a hunter who had her prey in sight. Everything went as still as the moment they set foot in the vault. The breath even halted in Cal’s lungs as a terrible feeling dawned on him.
“Cal, give me the Holocron,” she commanded in a calm, steady tone laced with menace. “Or I will kill you.”
The mask fell. Cal stared into the eyes of an Inquisitor. One who may not harbor allegiance to the Empire any longer, but who held all of the malice and ruthlessness as her former peers. He finally saw the young woman for what she was — a monster with an insatiable hunger for power and revenge.
All of Imogen’s training screamed at her to run him through without a second thought. She should have done it while he was distracted. Imogen certainly hadn’t experienced much trouble eliminating Jedi in the past. But something about the tightness in her gut when Cal touched that mirror gave her pause. On the Mantis, she had easily made the decision to kill him, but now that the time came, a part of her wanted to give Cal one last chance to let go of the Order. She couldn’t quite figure out why. At the very least, she would offer him a fair fight. Not that it would do him any good.
Cal flinched away from her touch. “You...”
As soon as he took half a step back, Imogen ignited her blood-red blade and swung, stopping it a mere inch from his neck. The Jedi froze once more. Her next words were as precise as her movements. “I will not ask again.”
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